The Bubble

He flew across the water

Across the dirty sky

and left behind his earthly things

and money to get by

A Second Hand Heart, A Second Hand Heart

He was digging for his freedom

He was digging what he found

He was digging to unearth himself

from everything around

A Second Hand Heart A Second Hand Heart

I looked at you, racing through loveless time

I wish I could, I couldn’t give you what was mine

His ghost was in the closet

His work was in the street

His clothes were scattered ‘round town in abandoned car back seats

A Second Hand heart, A Second Hand heart

I looked at you, racing through loveless time

I wish I could, I couldn’t give you what was mine

He was looking for an answer
He was looking for the Sun

He was looking for the holy ghost the one out on the run

A Second Hand Heart, A Second Hand Heart, A Second Hand Heart